A Girl

A girl ran, chasing after her, chasing after her ambition, chasing after her life.

A man ran, chasing his father, trying to destroy his dream in order to acknowledge him.

A brother cried, sorrow not seen before and anguish carried, all he wanted to do was save him.

A king came, the world in his palm and devastation lurking.

He knew not our names but we were his knights. Fallen by the hand of a god, we allowed him one last eternity.

It was happiness.

He neither knew our character nor the script but he held the sword, black as night and thrust it into his last knight in order to reveal a sight.


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